This morning I was having a heck of a time finding a top, that fits, for work. Really wish I didn't like food as much as I do. *sigh
Well, I plan on sewing at least two tops this weekend. I am sure my staff is as tired as I am looking a the same tops over and over again. I still haven't gotten back to the top I talked about a couple of posts ago. Shocker!
This weekend - it will happen! I am looking at it this way. My oldest daughter asked me to go with her and her friend to see Twilight next weekend. So....I need to watch the first two so I know what the heck is going on. I am watching them this weekend. why not sew while I am watching? that is a good 4 hours of watching and sewing time. Since the first top is half way done, I can knock another one out. Maybe even a pair of shorts!
Tonight is planning, in the morning, cutting. Pictures to come.
Wish me luck!
Friday, June 25, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
One less..
So tonight marks the last night, I hope, that I need to take one of my medications. Gabapentin has been with me for 1 1/2 yrs. While it is not the most expensive one I take, one less would be nice. If all goes well I will have three left, two I may need forever. It could be worse, so I am not complaining.
No sewing tonight - Monday night's are not productive for me. I did go to Jo Ann's and purchased some stay tape. I have never used it before, but it is supposed to help keep the fabric from stretching out of shape at the seams. We shall see.
No sewing tonight - Monday night's are not productive for me. I did go to Jo Ann's and purchased some stay tape. I have never used it before, but it is supposed to help keep the fabric from stretching out of shape at the seams. We shall see.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Father's Day 2010
Well, this Father's Day was a bit better than last year, still, it's not like it used to be. Let me explain. My biological father left when I was 2 weeks old. I had "visits" here an there as I got older, but they weren't that great. I found out recently, he passed over 20 years ago.
There was no father figure in my life other than my Grandfather and Uncles, but then again - I wasn't around them much either.
My mother remarried when I was 16 - whoopee - yeah, no. At the time, I despised this man. I couldn't wait to move out, I left as soon as I got out of high school.
He mellowed over the years and we began to get along. My mother developed polymyositis and I had to go to there place every weekend to help out. That is when him and I, bonded. His walking got harder for him and one day he decided it was too hard to walk - he sat down. That was the end of walking for him. He ended up in the hospital, they discovered he has diabetes and they had to take one of his legs. A few weeks later, the other leg. I went to the nursing home every day at lunch time - he hated the food. I would bring him things I knew he would like. We would chat and watch TV together. Sometimes, when my husband worked late, I would go back after work and sit with him for a while. He always had this painful look on his face when I said I had to get home.
Then one day, he gave up. He stopped taking his med's, stopped eating. I still went and this would be the only time he would eat, but I couldn't get him to take his med's. One morning the nurses found him unresponsive and he was taken to the hospital. He was fine for a couple of days. Talking and cutting up with the nurses. One minute he was laughing, the next...his heart stopped. They revived him several times - I got my mother to the hospital and 10 minutes later he was crashing again. I told her he wants to go, let him. So, a couple of days before my mothers and my birthday, at the age of 6 - he was gone. 2008. Even though our relationship was tumultuous, I miss him.
When I married at the ripe old age of 19, I had a father figure, my father-in-law. What a wonderful man, the dad I never had, I was in love. We enjoyed many of the same things, gadgets, tools, cameras, the list goes on. I learned a lot from him, I looked up to him, he was and I told him...my father. He passed on last year - May 23, 2009. My hear still aches, I want to hear him again, joke with him, and laugh.
So Father's Day for me... I really don't have any words to express it. I am happy for my children; they have a father, he is their biological father, he is their Dadoo. I made him a nice dinner tonight, but it's not the same while he is a father.. he's not mine.
If there is anyone reading my blog - I am sorry this was so long and depressing. I had to get this out.
There was no father figure in my life other than my Grandfather and Uncles, but then again - I wasn't around them much either.
My mother remarried when I was 16 - whoopee - yeah, no. At the time, I despised this man. I couldn't wait to move out, I left as soon as I got out of high school.
He mellowed over the years and we began to get along. My mother developed polymyositis and I had to go to there place every weekend to help out. That is when him and I, bonded. His walking got harder for him and one day he decided it was too hard to walk - he sat down. That was the end of walking for him. He ended up in the hospital, they discovered he has diabetes and they had to take one of his legs. A few weeks later, the other leg. I went to the nursing home every day at lunch time - he hated the food. I would bring him things I knew he would like. We would chat and watch TV together. Sometimes, when my husband worked late, I would go back after work and sit with him for a while. He always had this painful look on his face when I said I had to get home.
Then one day, he gave up. He stopped taking his med's, stopped eating. I still went and this would be the only time he would eat, but I couldn't get him to take his med's. One morning the nurses found him unresponsive and he was taken to the hospital. He was fine for a couple of days. Talking and cutting up with the nurses. One minute he was laughing, the next...his heart stopped. They revived him several times - I got my mother to the hospital and 10 minutes later he was crashing again. I told her he wants to go, let him. So, a couple of days before my mothers and my birthday, at the age of 6 - he was gone. 2008. Even though our relationship was tumultuous, I miss him.
When I married at the ripe old age of 19, I had a father figure, my father-in-law. What a wonderful man, the dad I never had, I was in love. We enjoyed many of the same things, gadgets, tools, cameras, the list goes on. I learned a lot from him, I looked up to him, he was and I told him...my father. He passed on last year - May 23, 2009. My hear still aches, I want to hear him again, joke with him, and laugh.
So Father's Day for me... I really don't have any words to express it. I am happy for my children; they have a father, he is their biological father, he is their Dadoo. I made him a nice dinner tonight, but it's not the same while he is a father.. he's not mine.
If there is anyone reading my blog - I am sorry this was so long and depressing. I had to get this out.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Today was a good day
I had a game plan for today - I wrote it yesterday at work. Okay that really odd for me because I am a fly by the seat of my pants kind of gal. Thanks to FlyLady, I am slowly learning how to gain control of my home. Hi, my name is Genia and I am a clutter bug!
What was even better, for the first time in a really long time, my hubby helped out! I read him the game plan, we mapped out who was going to do what and in what order. He doesn't do litter boxes or bird cages; so I did those first. Slowing the clutter is disappearing from my home. It's been a up hill battle for me the past few years but I feel it is starting to level off. It's wonderful what a good therapist and the right mix of medication can do.
Our two oldest children and their better half's came over for a while to spend time with their Dad. It was a nice visit.
Tomorrow I am going to attempt to run a couple of errands early so I can be home before it gets super hot outside. I think it is going to be around 93; that's too much for me when you mix it with humidity.
I want to finish sewing the top I started a month ago, maybe longer. It is the Butterick by Connie Crawford # B5215 and the fabric is a chocolate brown knit. If I can get the darn picture to load, you can have a peek.
What was even better, for the first time in a really long time, my hubby helped out! I read him the game plan, we mapped out who was going to do what and in what order. He doesn't do litter boxes or bird cages; so I did those first. Slowing the clutter is disappearing from my home. It's been a up hill battle for me the past few years but I feel it is starting to level off. It's wonderful what a good therapist and the right mix of medication can do.
Our two oldest children and their better half's came over for a while to spend time with their Dad. It was a nice visit.
Tomorrow I am going to attempt to run a couple of errands early so I can be home before it gets super hot outside. I think it is going to be around 93; that's too much for me when you mix it with humidity.
I want to finish sewing the top I started a month ago, maybe longer. It is the Butterick by Connie Crawford # B5215 and the fabric is a chocolate brown knit. If I can get the darn picture to load, you can have a peek.
Wednesday, June 09, 2010
Have you ever wondered.....
what would have happen if?
I turned left that day instead of right...
If I said No, instead of Yes...
If I walked away instead of staying...
I've heard it told that your life is exactly the way it is supposed to be. It is all planned out for you and things that happen in your life, happen for a reason. No matter what decisions you have made, you will end up, at the end, in the same place as was planned for you.
Do we carry our Karma with us from one life to the next, or do we start with a clean slate?
Yes, I am a firm believer in more than one life. We keep moving forward, if we have done well. Now I don't mean well in the sense of fame, money, etc. Doing well, to me, means - you have lived a pure life. You have treated others well, gave without expecting anything in return. You did random acts of kindness and have not done harm to any living creature.
Just a thought for today.
I turned left that day instead of right...
If I said No, instead of Yes...
If I walked away instead of staying...
I've heard it told that your life is exactly the way it is supposed to be. It is all planned out for you and things that happen in your life, happen for a reason. No matter what decisions you have made, you will end up, at the end, in the same place as was planned for you.
Do we carry our Karma with us from one life to the next, or do we start with a clean slate?
Yes, I am a firm believer in more than one life. We keep moving forward, if we have done well. Now I don't mean well in the sense of fame, money, etc. Doing well, to me, means - you have lived a pure life. You have treated others well, gave without expecting anything in return. You did random acts of kindness and have not done harm to any living creature.
Just a thought for today.
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